Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You him into a Public Enemy, man

Now that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them know what goes on, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I an' I use, I never lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, a Tyson bolo
the fly girls wanna have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the
In remembrance that I them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the

Take this application of rhymes these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi a ton
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't in stores but I break all laws

while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start prayer
This word to the is justified
If they ask you what happened, admit you lied

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a posse of a to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy
Kickin' like Bruce Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, never on flyers
'Cause you an' crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
who in the world of beat

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the goes
That's the way the story goes